"Something seems a little off."
Before Feng Ling could speak, Ning Yan, who stood nearby, had already spoken with a serious expression.
The other players in the lobby were still at a loss for words. No matter how you looked at it, the way several of them stood frozen there was clearly wrong. Even Fang Xiujie, who had entered the lobby behind Ning Yan and whom Sister Yao had described as very smart, stood motionless and silent, as though frozen as well. No one knew what he was thinking.
But once Ning Yan spoke, most of them turned to look at her.
"Feng Ling, I remember you saying you met a player dressed in black in the complex, a really good-looking guy, right? But I don't see anyone here who matches your description." Ning Yan looked around. She hadn't noticed anything else truly amiss, but she did realize that the handsome young man in black Feng Ling had mentioned wasn't in the lobby.
Ning Yan thought her taste was perfectly normal. If that good-looking young man were in the first-floor lobby right now, she should have been able to spot him even if he had changed into clothes of another color.
But there were only a handful of players in the lobby. Excluding Fang Xiujie and Su Bai, who stood beside her, there weren't many men left.
Two male players stood by the first-floor elevator. To Ning Yan, their looks were perfectly ordinary, nowhere near handsome. If they had the misfortune of appearing in some film or work of fiction, they would probably be reduced to nameless Regular men.
That left the male player sitting against the wall beneath the digital clock. For some reason, his head hung extremely low. If there hadn't been a limit to how far a